Vinpire: a nocturnal creature that lives for the taste of fermented grape juice, as long as it’s red, and often finishes the evening trying to hang upside down from a beam or just falling down without making the effort of first trying to climb on a beam. Its communication consists of sounds that make sense to it alone but to no one else. Has a remarkable homing sense, in the dark, to any establishment selling fine wine”.
“It is a far, far better thing that I eat now…” were the words that glibly slipped from the Vinpire’s lips, making all his recent posts appear like a perjurer’s signed statement. Lips that had claimed to abhor the crimson tide flowing from the abbatoir were now stained incarnadine ( WordPress offered me Bernadine) as the result of an orgiastic weekend of visceral blood-letting. I blame it all on the son of Vinpire who had just flown in, as Vinpires do, for a short visit. Shopping with the SoV starts with fine wine and leads inexorably on to the meaty area. Lulled into the belief that we were only buying meat for photography, my Lord, I suddenly found myself in a meaty conspiracy to produce a steak, mushroom and ale pie under a very short crust pastry, a faux filet served with goose fat roasted potatoes and finally a crisp skinned, bloody duck breast. I never saw it coming, My Lord, I’m an old man and I didn’t realise. I blame it all on the young Vinpire. I’ll keep off the blood, honest, if you’ll just give me another chance.”
That is gorgeous meat, Mr. Vinpire!
I thought I’d have a little blood for a change – First Blood:)
That looks delicious, but I’m quite partial to blood and red wine. Oddly I’m very keen on garlic too.
Get those teeth seen to, at once:)
Me too!
There are a lot of us Vinpires, I thinkL)
Roger, can I please come visit you and be your Vinpire friend? MTM doesn’t eat land animals or birds, but I could scarf that picture.
I so rarely eat like that, although I have to say that duck was fantastic:)
I don’t think I could top Mad Dog’s comment, with which I’m in complete agreement.
Mad Dog loves a bit of blood letting:)
Wonderful ! Just read it to Heather. We LOL’d
Glad you both enjoyed it:)
WordPress. Bloody philistines.
Had to read this out loud to Phil, it was just too funny to keep quiet.
And now, at 10:30pm, when I should be going to bed, i feel like a glass of red.
You sound as though you’re entering the Twilight world:)
Good god, man.. you’ve gone over the tipping point, twice! Both in succumbing to “blood” and the lure of the fermented grape! Have I taught you nothing? ‘O thou invisible spirit of wine! If thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil!’
I’m going to have to get the bell, book and candle to drive out the Bacchanalian devil:)
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That duck breast looks absolutely outstanding! Vinpire…. Hilarious! I know what I am gonna be for Halloween :).
Excellent. Long live Vinpires or is that an oxymoron:)
. . . reading the words of a so’proud and happy Dad with a smile still present even tho’ head may be throbbing . . .
Well spotted:)
It’s an unseasonably warm evening with showers intermittent. I just finished my supper, a grilled steak with a glass of California Cab. And now I come to your post. This is no mere coincidence. I think I’ll grab that bottle of Cab and give greater consideration to your words.
Nice one, John:)
Truly wonderful post. I’d raise a glass if the local vinpire hadn’t already drained the bottle.
You’re doing the hard yards, Joshua, I can see that:)
Nothing nicer than tender rare filet steak and a glass of red!!
There a couple of things as nice that I can think of:)
I guess I’m a vinpire then. What a beautiful, bloody piece of meat.
You’re sounding very like a VAMpire, Greg:)
How could you resist? I couldn’t.
My resistance is low:)
Brilliant Roger…as ever!
Thanks for that:)
Mmmmmm bloooooood (red, that is)… 😉
I’m very worried about you:)
Wow. I’m starving now! 🙂
That duck was delicious:)
Fascinating! Now I want to be a vinpire when I grow up…
I’ve been waiting for this growing up moment for a hell of a long time:)
at least I now have a title for myself!
It’s a good name:)
Delicious! Is that blood? or a sauce? Either way it looks so enticing… 🙂
It’s blood I’m afraid, produced by a crisp skinned duck breast:)
You have got to keep your wits about you when there is a SoV in the house.. carry on! c
They’re dangerous little (not so little) buggers when they’re let loose in a kitchen:)
I bet he is a good cook too, just like his old Da’.. is he the food photographer .. ? c
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Fantastic picture Roger, loved the words too, as always.
Thanks,Cara. It worked out well:)
I just love that photo!
Many thanks:)